As i sat in silence the dust collected upon the surface from the movements of the night before. i hungered to produce a bountiful meaning that would explain the past, but no rightful sounds were produced. a strange day it had become and now i became tainted by the life before me. how would i find comfort again? through the light bred happiness that was possible to dissolve. how would i ever find the freedom i was looking for. there was a fixation and i became lost in my own fantasies. finally i began to twist my tongue into sounds and spoke a new language of truth. -Elysia